Now is not the time to squat in a corner growing mushrooms. Since I have been summoned as a Heroic Spirit, I should at least show some semblance of one. I can't keep disgracing myself.
However, hacking them down sword by sword seems unable to keep up with the speed of these undead soldiers' resurrection. When the speed of destruction cannot match the speed of recovery, their battle against Berserker is essentially in a state of futility. Therefore, no matter what, their speed of destruction must exceed the speed at which the Berserker before them summons his undead soldiers.
But the attack range of my Noble Phantasm is truly limited. Is there any way to speed up my elimination of these undead soldiers?
Mandricardo began to observe his surroundings. Suddenly, the eyes of the somewhat gloomy youthful Heroic Spirit lit up. This was the suburbs, a developing area. Although there were many dead skeletal soldiers around, the destruction on the outer periphery was still limited. Not far away, there was a temporary factory building, and inside parked a road roller used for compacting soil to create temporary roads.
At any rate, I have Rank B Riding. At the same time, the legend of taming wild, unruly horses gives me the ability to seize the low-level demonic beasts of others. It should be very simple for me to drive such a road roller at the speed of an ordinary vehicle. Of course, it will also enhance defense to a certain extent.
Think about the scene of the motorcycle driven by Artoria in the end. Then think about the defense Medusa's bicycle had in Carnival Phantasm. Rushing off the highway, crashing through the guardrail at the turn at a speed exceeding a racing car, yet only suffering a slightly deformed tire; just knowing this skill makes it clear that it is actually very practical at times.
Mandricardo waved the weapon in his hand to force back several undead soldiers trying to rush up, then slipped directly into the factory building. After placing both hands on the road roller, the Knight immediately understood how to operate this heavy machine. Although compared to some domestic road rollers, the width of this machine was limited, if he really drove it at racing speeds, its destructive power would definitely not be low.
Sitting on such a modern machine, a rare occasion, Mandricardo also felt a surge of heroic spirit. Originally, he was a relatively proud and arrogant person. No matter how beaten down he was, there would always be an unbreakable arrogance in his bones. At least now, occasionally, a bit of arrogance would still break through in unexpected places.
In short, he activated the machine, then sprinted outwards rapidly. It was hard to imagine why this machine could burst out with a speed it shouldn't have. Like a wild beast, it charged directly into the skeleton troops of the undead legion. A large number of undead soldiers were directly pressed into the ground by the heavyweight front end—let's tentatively call it a wheel—and then crushed into fragments.
Mandricardo had self-awareness. Although this machine was buffed by him, it was still somewhat inferior to a true Noble Phantasm. Therefore, it was not suitable to rush directly towards Berserker's location. Otherwise, this machine would likely be destroyed directly by that black giant war elephant.
It is enough for me to restrict the expansion of the undead legion on the periphery and send as many undead soldiers back to magical energy as possible.
The nimble Assassin was weaving through these undead soldiers. From time to time, she extended her hands, directly twisting off the heads of defenseless undead soldiers. At the same time, she nodded gently to Napoleon in the distance, indicating that she would coordinate with Napoleon's actions. At this, a reasonably bright smile appeared on Napoleon's face.
In fact, Napoleon breathed a sigh of relief. After all, openly, his only ally was the Saber. If others attacked simultaneously, he might suffer a loss if he took the brunt of it. After all, letting him and Berserker wound each other before finishing off Berserker was not a contradictory strategy for them.
It had to be said that compared to other Heroic Spirits, Assassin could indeed successfully approach Darius III before most undead soldiers could react. She was like a flower drifting in the wind. Even though blades were swung at her, in the end, it was as if the breeze raised by the blades blew the petals up, allowing Assassin to easily bypass the weapons of these undead soldiers.
It's simply like a dance. Mandricardo, who was driving the road roller, couldn't help but let this sentence flash through his mind. Look at her battle, akin to a dance, and then look at me driving somewhat barbarically. An inexplicable sense of inferiority flashed through his heart again. I can't even compare to an Assassin; I am truly such a failure. During her leaps, Assassin silently slapped her palms towards some hidden corners from time to time. Then, some undead soldiers rushing out would lose their heads mid-charge. If one looked closely, they would discover that at some point, sharp steel wires had been wound across the ground and some tree branches.
Even with the sunlight shining around, these steel wires did not glint. It seemed they were made of special metal, tools used by these Assassins during their lives.
With the help of two additional Heroic Spirits, the situation that was originally tipping towards Berserker instantly began to change. Now, Berserker's undead legion was vaguely unable to keep up with the speed of destruction.
Napoleon took this opportunity to close in on Berserker again. At the same time, he fired several shells in succession. Three shells blasted directly onto Berserker's limbs, barely managing to restrict Berserker's movement. Simultaneously, not far away, Senji Muramasa also threw the katana in his hand outward. This katana crossed the obstruction of layers of undead soldiers and directly hit Berserker's head.
The blade pierced Berserker's brain, causing Berserker to stop thinking temporarily. The entire undead legion also experienced a momentary stagnation. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Assassin arrived at Berserker's side.
"Scorching hot, as if melting. Burn your body and heart to ashes. —— [Zabaniya: Delusional Poison Body]."
Starting with ancient India, legends of the "Poison Girl" have circulated in various eras and places around the world. The Assassination Order crafted this into a real-life assassination tool and weapon; this is her origin. Her appearance as a beautiful girl is actually nothing but temporary...
Her flesh is impervious to all poisons, and at the same time, it is a collection of deadly poisons. Needless to say, her fingernails, and even her skin or body fluids, can serve as potent poisons, silently taking the lives of kings and generals in their chambers.
And at this moment, this maiden Assassin would use that kiss filled with deadly poison to gently present the death knell to Berserker.